Superman and Hemingway
Superman Returns is pretty awful. I'm just going to list additional grievances.
- Five things happen, each of which takes thirty minutes.
- I should call this post "Why The World Doesn't Need Superman", LOL!!!
- Lois Lane is completely unbelievable as a Pulitzer Prize winner, and as a reporter. She's too nice and syruppy and maternal and passive to be a reporter - it's like the only reason they let her be a reporter is because she's Lois Lane, and everyone knows that Lois Lane is a reporter, right? And she's too damned stupid to pass as a Pulitzer Prize winner, unless that's an award they give for asking hard-hitting questions like, "How could you leave us like that? I moved on. So did the rest of us. That's why I wrote it. The world doesn't need a savior. And neither do I."
- The Jesus thing was kind of weird, too. No need to crucify and revive him twice, that's just stupid. Once with a casting of lots for his cape (woefully omitted! Bonus scene on the DVD, maybe?) would've been plenty.
- Jimmy Olson should've betrayed Superman with a kiss, for the sake of completeness of allegory. That would've been awesome.
- Oh, man, Superman gets shot in the EYE in slow-motion, and he doesn't blink, and the bullet smashes itself and falls off! How cool is that?
I'm bored and tired of talking about that now.
I've been reading a bit of Hemingway. He likes to write a lot about guys who would like to write, if only they weren't dying or fighting a war ("a lot" here means I've seen it in one short story and in one novel). Has he ever written about a woman who wanted to write? Is "he hoped to write about it someday" an obligatory afterthought in all of his novels, or is that just a For Whom The Bell Tolls thing?
The pages go by pretty quickly. Not quite as quickly as with Vonnegut, but close. At any rate, the pages go down easy, so going through it is pretty painless, even if it isn't making an immediate impression. I've been pretty far away from the situations he writes about, so it's hard to guage the characters for believability or anything like that, what with the war and death. I do have a pronounced bias for books whose main characters tend to feel the same way that I do about stuff, so maybe I suck just a little bit.
I might have an opinion or observations of my own later, but I doubt it. And now I'm writing about not knowing not to write, so I'm going to stop. Good day.
- Five things happen, each of which takes thirty minutes.
- I should call this post "Why The World Doesn't Need Superman", LOL!!!
- Lois Lane is completely unbelievable as a Pulitzer Prize winner, and as a reporter. She's too nice and syruppy and maternal and passive to be a reporter - it's like the only reason they let her be a reporter is because she's Lois Lane, and everyone knows that Lois Lane is a reporter, right? And she's too damned stupid to pass as a Pulitzer Prize winner, unless that's an award they give for asking hard-hitting questions like, "How could you leave us like that? I moved on. So did the rest of us. That's why I wrote it. The world doesn't need a savior. And neither do I."
- The Jesus thing was kind of weird, too. No need to crucify and revive him twice, that's just stupid. Once with a casting of lots for his cape (woefully omitted! Bonus scene on the DVD, maybe?) would've been plenty.
- Jimmy Olson should've betrayed Superman with a kiss, for the sake of completeness of allegory. That would've been awesome.
- Oh, man, Superman gets shot in the EYE in slow-motion, and he doesn't blink, and the bullet smashes itself and falls off! How cool is that?
I'm bored and tired of talking about that now.
I've been reading a bit of Hemingway. He likes to write a lot about guys who would like to write, if only they weren't dying or fighting a war ("a lot" here means I've seen it in one short story and in one novel). Has he ever written about a woman who wanted to write? Is "he hoped to write about it someday" an obligatory afterthought in all of his novels, or is that just a For Whom The Bell Tolls thing?
The pages go by pretty quickly. Not quite as quickly as with Vonnegut, but close. At any rate, the pages go down easy, so going through it is pretty painless, even if it isn't making an immediate impression. I've been pretty far away from the situations he writes about, so it's hard to guage the characters for believability or anything like that, what with the war and death. I do have a pronounced bias for books whose main characters tend to feel the same way that I do about stuff, so maybe I suck just a little bit.
I might have an opinion or observations of my own later, but I doubt it. And now I'm writing about not knowing not to write, so I'm going to stop. Good day.